The Works of William Shakespeare: As you like it. The taming of the shrew. All's well that ends well. Twelfth-night. The winter's taleChapman and Hall, 1866 |
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Pagina 5
... endure it , though yet I know no wise re- medy how to avoid it . Adam . Yonder comes my master , your brother . Orl . Go apart , Adam , and thou shalt hear how he will shake me up . [ Adam retires . Enter OLIVER . Oli . Now , sir ! what.
... endure it , though yet I know no wise re- medy how to avoid it . Adam . Yonder comes my master , your brother . Orl . Go apart , Adam , and thou shalt hear how he will shake me up . [ Adam retires . Enter OLIVER . Oli . Now , sir ! what.
Pagina 6
... Come , come , elder brother , you are too young in Oli . Wilt thou lay hands on me , villain ? Orl . I am no villain : I am the youngest son of Sir Ro- land de Bois ; he was my father ; and he is thrice a villain that says such a father ...
... Come , come , elder brother , you are too young in Oli . Wilt thou lay hands on me , villain ? Orl . I am no villain : I am the youngest son of Sir Ro- land de Bois ; he was my father ; and he is thrice a villain that says such a father ...
Pagina 10
... come off again . Ros . What shall be our sport , then ? Cel . Let us sit and mock the good housewife Fortune from ... come away to your father . Cel . Were you made the messenger ? Touch . No , by mine honour ; but I was bid to come for ...
... come off again . Ros . What shall be our sport , then ? Cel . Let us sit and mock the good housewife Fortune from ... come away to your father . Cel . Were you made the messenger ? Touch . No , by mine honour ; but I was bid to come for ...
Pagina 11
... comes Monsieur Le Beau . Ros . With his mouth full of news . Cel . Which he will put on us , as pigeons feed their young . Ros . Then shall we be news - crammed . Cel . All the better ; we shall be the more marketable . Enter LE BEAU ...
... comes Monsieur Le Beau . Ros . With his mouth full of news . Cel . Which he will put on us , as pigeons feed their young . Ros . Then shall we be news - crammed . Cel . All the better ; we shall be the more marketable . Enter LE BEAU ...
Pagina 12
... comes an old man and his three sons , - Cel . I could match this beginning with an old tale . Le Beau . Three proper ... Come on : since the youth will not be entreated , his own peril on his forwardness . Ros . Is yonder the man ? Le ...
... comes an old man and his three sons , - Cel . I could match this beginning with an old tale . Le Beau . Three proper ... Come on : since the youth will not be entreated , his own peril on his forwardness . Ros . Is yonder the man ? Le ...
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Pagina 352 - O fellow, come, the song we had last night: — Mark it, Cesario; it is old and plain: The spinsters and the knitters in the sun, And the free maids, that weave their thread with bones. Do use to chant it: it is silly sooth, And dallies with the innocence of love Like the old age.
Pagina 354 - A blank, my lord. She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, Feed on her damask cheek : she pin'd in thought, And with a green and yellow melancholy, She sat like Patience on a monument, Smiling at grief. Was not this love indeed ? We men may say more, swear more ; but indeed Our shows are more than will, for still we prove Much in our vows, but little in our love. DuJce. But died thy sister of her love, my boy? Vio. I am all the daughters of my father's house, And all...